Time For A Fly By

The Dueling Poets Series

Time For A Fly By As my feathers slowly mend My honor I must soon defend All's quiet in the land of the south But I'm not sure, I can trust the Mouth   As I attempt my very first fly by Lightning shoots across the night sky Mouth of the south, she be looking for me Way up here, I'm sure she can not see   The golden pen, I must now find Yes I will have it, and make it all mine Gator's on the ground, to guard this great pen The Mouth I'm sure, will be quick to defend   It's not safe, here in this southern town Damn, The Mouth got me, I'm going down Taken prisoner by the Mouth Of The South There will be torture, of this I have no doubt         The Buzzard Now A Prisoner Of The Mouth Ray Hamilton { The Great Canadian Buzzard } © Copyright 8 / 2009 All rights Reserved

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...:)